In the middle of the Megasale weekend wherein I ended up buying P1,050 worth of DVDs and VCDs that I can't find in the catalogs of the friendly neighborhood video pirates, I came across a stack of Johnny Bravo VCDs.  I suddenly remembered how I used to be a bit amused how Oliver, my great trainwreck of an ex, reminded me of that vain, all muscle (or fat as the case may be), skirt-chasing cartoon character with no brain.

I should've seen the red flags even then.  Instead, I struggled to make that relationship last six months.  What does that say about me?

Correction, what does that say about me way back when?